In background of hook: {Hey, hey, hey, hey}
[Hook]
I`m still buckin` like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell `em)
I`m still buckin` like five, deuce, four, tre (I`m Mr. Fat Face)
I come through swervin` (somebody better tell `em)
I`m still buckin` like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell `em)
I`m still buckin` like five, deuce, four, tre (I`m Mr. Fat Face)
I come through swervin` (somebody better tell `em)
[Verse 1]
I`m border, grit on that killer
They call it Front Street, know about it nigga
He work the concretes `til break daylight
You see him post up in the cut, how many?
I ain`t servin` nothin` but pure products
I swerk that walk, qoute that slang, choke that thang
I`m talkin` `bout I ain`t dressin`, nothin` but pain
Keep the Cheverolet funked out
I ain`t fuckin` witcha girl `less y`all trunked out
I come through, tear that ass up
Whippin` new grain and he all glassed up
You see us swervin` on some seventeen-nines
Mr. F.F., I`ma stay bright everytime
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin` liq wit lime
Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line
Over time, like ten `til, see `em grin with the grill
Superclean see a gleam through the windsheild
It`s everyday like the clock tick
Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit
It`s off limits baby, you see the handstiched material
Workin` the original interial
Up in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk
I step on stage and get the whole place crunk
Always garuntee freind-shh y`all
You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y`all
Yes sir, hold on, hold the dice
Set these down, then I`m gone
One more shot cause I`m on tonight
I shook another fifty-two
Now tell me what do they wants to do?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I supply these motherfuckers with the right dosage
Now hear, bust it open, get it smokin`, that`s him
Sack it up and watch it jump out the gym
Shorty told you what it is when you come through here
This sucker emcee say he lookin` for me
Tell him, ain`t nothin` nigga, is you the police
When I put the mic down they say they found residue
And the laws wanna charge me for verbal abuse
Blow smoke up out the roof, cause they ain`t got no proof
Six-eights, skate Decatur, they ass through, I`m sayin`
Go getcha ass bread, ya undertsand
Man these niggas think I`m playin`
(Man they boy for real)
[Hook]
{*scratching*}
Five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty
(repeat to fade)
